“How sure are you?”“I don’t know, it’s not like I’m an expert here.”He raised one eyebrow. “I’d think you’d have some ideas. I mea... it’s not like it’s the first time it’s happened...”“Asshole.”“Well, we at least know you’ve got a pattern. Cluelessness.”“Wow. Glad I’m getting sympathy here.”He chuckled. “Hey, I’m gonna help you all I can, at least it won’t be me getting thrown out of a window this time.”“Jesus, how many times I gotta say I’m sorry about that?”Cash grinned. “I’ll let you know. When I finished university, I was 22 and took a year off. My stepfather thought I needed a break and he needed expenses for his company. I was hired…to do nothing. I headed for Pittsburgh and to the Veteran’s Hospital. I won’t bore you with all my research, but I found the book people signed at the funeral (the funeral home had a habit of keeping them when the family didn’t). I had names. I found addresses. I made calls. This was way before the Internet. I made up a list of her colleagues who. " "So what?!?" Brit replied nervously. "What are you thinking about doing, I don't wanna get into any trouble?!?" "Just shut up and follow me," Hannah said while pulling her friend inside the front door. "Don't worry, you aren't going to get into trouble!" she answered with a little exasperation. "Come on, let's go!!!" A few moments later the two girls plopped down at the same table Ben Sutherland was using for his history report. "Hi," Hannah whispered. "It sure is quiet in here, isn't it???". I heard her say something to him but couldn’t tell what it was just before he entered her. He just went at her like a jack hammer, pushing her legs up higher bending her almost double as he pounded her. He was going at it for almost 5 minutes before she started to scream. I had never heard a woman so vocal, the way she was telling him to fuck her, pound her harder, bury it deep inside me.It was clear she was near the edge and was urging him on. Then I heard her really scream out.Her legs were.